Gemotions

The dance floor was already packed, a swirling mass of bodies. John leaned against the wall, observing the chaos. He didn't feel the usual pressure to join the merriment. He felt… like a leaf in the wind. Utterly without resistance.

He took a long sip of his beer. He’d known this would be unavoidable. Sarah and Mark were his friends, and they’d invited both him and her. Seeing her standing by the hors d'oeuvres table, a small smile playing on her lips, he felt a pull, a quiet inevitability.

He found himself slowly, almost reluctantly, making his way toward her. He felt no urge to speed up his pace. He stopped in front of her. “Hello, Olivia,” he said, his voice soft. He felt he had no other option.